Holla x2

[Verse 1: Matter Ov Fact] He waking up to dark liquor throw some cola in it And some Chobani yogurt throw granola in it Hit the road it's like he got to pay a toll a minute Look inside the wallet ain't no Gorgonzola in it Yo, you got the henny nigga? You got a box of good and plenty nigga? Took 'em both without the decency to say thanks At the regency, with some pay to play skanks Sipping on some Cabernet francs Got a duffle bag looking like we play pranks Cus it's full of blonde wigs and some grey Spanx Yo we hitting banks even Joseph A. Banks And we got your local Hess robbed Cashier looking like she work a desk job Natural looking like she got a breast job Shorty had the shaved nape with the fresh bob [Hook] Feel it in your chest god Give me a nigga nod Ayo holla at me But nigga don't holla at me [Verse 2: EP] He can’t chief with a lung impaled Cutting out the beef, ate a ton of kale Shorty teeth looking like her tongue in jail Played the skin flute and she sung as scale You brought the tito’s huh? Lime chips and burritos huh? Snatch ‘em both watching the ashanti twerk vid About to spill chianti on my shirt kid Shit, and I was looking real dapper Keep a tip drill with me and a till tapper All you heard was shrill laughter He finna to hit a lick for the thrill factor But claiming that he innocent Fishbowl aiming for the limo tint You know a Ganga down to get dirty Have that money up front or catch a net thirty [Hook] Nothing but net, heard me Threw it at me like she Testaverde Ayo holla at me But nigga don't holla at me